earnest question
When you’ve made peace
with ghosts and regrets,
attended to duties
and promises unkept,
repaired mistakes
and mended fences,
paid your dues with
atonement and repentance
Will you rise from the ashes
of all dreams forlorn?
Or settle with the dust
of afterthoughts to scorn
our misguided trust
that all things sacred,
decent and just
will be rewarded?
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dystalgia
n. [mass noun] MEDICINE a condition in which the female distinct from an inside or abnormal movement of the bear is the main constituent of a sexual relationship with the presence of a real symbol or of a larger solution to a sensory nerve.
1950s: from DYS- ‘away, thoroughly’ + Greek galagos ‘worm’.
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after the day John Lennon died The morning after the day John Lennon died, we dolled up for another dull school day. "Imagine" played from every speaker we crossed: the café where we skipped our first class; the ice rink where we spent gym class; the radio of Eva's boyfriend's Monte Carlo (I hate this stupid song, he said turining it off at the first "ooohhoooo"); and at the dîner after school, where we avoided home, huddling around one order of fries with gravy.
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since then
It was a day like this
Sun slanted and stunted
of the warmth it precociously declared
I wandered posthumously blinded,
numbed by the pretence
of levity and relief,
as though we’d sown seeds
when all we’d done
was bury our stillborn intentions
To carry on, haunted
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peripheral
You kissed me
in the cold, or maybe
it wasn’t that cold, or maybe
we had stood outside too long
that spring night,
but it was night, and we were
under the street lamp.
And the kiss did pre-empt dawn.
And I said nothing. As I said
nothing everytime after.
Because I saw everything
and couldn’t tell
which or what was, only
all that could be, and
it all jostled funneling
to my gut where…
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